And my grandma was addicted to Xanax and alcohol, despite having an objectively progressive husband. Probably something to do with having three more kids after the first one got cut out via separation of the pubic symphysis by a general practice doc in podunk Iowa with no anesthesia. Maybe.

Keep in mind the only YA I read is romantasy or rom com so I can’t speak outside of those.

I tend to find YA has more explicitly pure “bad guys” that are fun to hate. I feel like in the adult world the authors tend to give the antagonists sympathetic traits or make you like them in the beginning, then gradually realize who they are, where they’re a bit more black and white in YA.